Burning Retribution

Behind closed doors

(Author's Note: Rated +18).

Sharon and Russell strolled through the gallery, surrounded by vibrant artwork and soft murmurs of conversation.

Russell leaned in, his voice low and inviting. "Sharon, I think we need a more private setting to discuss... everything."

Sharon's eyes narrowed slightly. "What do you mean?"

"A private room, just down the hall," Russell replied, his gaze locked on hers. "We can speak freely without interruptions."

Sharon hesitated, uncertainty flickering across her face.

"Come now, Sharon. I promise our conversation will be worth your while," Russell coaxed, his smile persuasive.

Sharon's resolve crumbled, and she nodded.

Russell beamed with triumph, offering his arm. "Shall we?"

Sharon took his arm, and Russell led her through the winding gallery corridors, ensuring they were far from prying ears.

As they walked, the sounds of the gallery grew fainter, replaced by the soft click of Russell's shoes and Sharon's hesitant footsteps.

They stopped before a discreet door, adorned with a small plaque reading "Private Viewing Room." Russell produced a key, unlocked the door, and ushered Sharon inside.

The room was dimly lit, with plush couches and a captivating city view.

*

Behind closed doors, a secret encounter unfolded, hidden from prying eyes. The private room, typically reserved for art enthusiasts, now served as a sanctuary for Russell's forbidden desires.

Sharon's protests were muffled by Russell's fervent kisses. "Ah, ah, ahh... Russell, please stop... we can't... ah..." Her words trailed off, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Russell's tongue danced with hers, his passion igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both. "Didn't I tell you to call me Honey when we're alone?" he teased, his voice low and husky.

Sharon's body stiffened, her hands clutching Russell's shirt as if torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. Her attempts to break free were thwarted by Russell's gentle yet firm grip, guiding her lips back to his.

"I'll give you so much pleasure, you'll forget Jacob even exists," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

Sharon's pleas dissolved into involuntary moans as Russell's hands slipped beneath her T-shirt, cupping her breast with a gentle yet firm touch. His thumbs circled her n*****s, sending shivers down her spine.

Her body betrayed her, responding with alarming speed. Warmth spread through her veins, and a sticky wetness seeped from between her legs. Panicked, Sharon tried to protest, but her voice caught in her throat, reduced to sensual whimpers.

Russell sensed her arousal, his lean frame trapping her against the worktable. His leg wedged between hers, intensifying the pressure. Fondling both breasts over her clothes, his tongue teased her earlobe, sucking softly.

Sharon's eyes snapped open, locking onto Russell's chiseled features. His green eyes blazed with desire, eerily reminiscent of Jacob Sims, her husband. The similarity was striking – dark brown hair, straight nose, lean muscles.

"No... stop... I can't," she gasped, her words lost in Russell's fervent kisses.

Russell's kiss deepened, his tongue exploring her mouth with reckless abandon. Their mixed saliva trickled down her chin as he shifted angles, their moans intertwining.

Sharon's body responded involuntarily, her thigh pressing against Russell's leg, seeking relief from the throbbing within. "You're grinding your p***y against my leg," Russell teased, his voice low and husky.

Mortified, Sharon's body froze. Russell seized the moment, tearing open her blouse and pushing aside her bra. Her bare breasts met the cool air, her n*****s hardening instantly.

Russell's warm hand enveloped her left breast, his mouth claiming her right n****e. "No... please!" Sharon cried out, her voice strained and unrecognizable.

His tongue lapped at her n****e with increasing intensity, while his hand squeezed and rubbed her other breast. Sharon's fingers tangled in Russell's hair, her moans growing louder as her body succumbed to pleasure.

As Russell's suction intensified, Sharon's control waned. She ground her p***y against his thigh, seeking fleeting relief. Russell's fingers pressed against her crotch, rubbing through her lace underwear.

"You're dripping wet... I guess your mate's brother really turns you on, huh?" Russell whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

"Naughty Naughty Sharon, you are completed soaked through your underwear. Did you c*m just from me sucking your breasts?"

In one swift motion, Russell lifted her skirt, exposing her to the cool air. The fabric settled loosely around her waist, revealing her intimate area, now slick with desire. Next, he slid her underwear down her legs, removing it with a gentle yet urgent tug.

Without her underwear to cover up the sweet-sour scents and the dripping liquid inside of her, Sharon the thick liquid slowly spilling out of her prideful area onto her thighs, making her realize just how much she had craved for this feeling.. a feeling Jacob could never give to her.

"Please, stop... someone might enter," she whispered, desperation lacing her voice.

Russell's response was laced with amusement. "Then quiet those sensual moans, hmm?" He plunged his finger into her depths, swift and deep.

Sharon's cry of pleasure echoed through the room. Her legs trembled, threatening to buckle. She grasped the table for support as Russell's finger explored her inner sanctum, seeking the hidden spot that would unravel her.

Wet sounds filled the air, mingling with their ragged breathing. Russell's finger danced within her, curling upward to find the sensitive nerve endings that made her shudder.

Russell's husky whisper sent shivers down her spine. "Is this your sweet spot?" His finger teased the sensitive area, coaxing a response.

As he continued to stimulate her, Sharon's arousal intensified. Her body responded instinctively, grinding against his hand with increasing urgency. Moisture flooded her core, betraying her desire.

Her moans grew louder, mingling with the slap of flesh against flesh and their ragged breathing. The room resonated with the symphony of their passion.

Sensing her desperation, Russell increased the pressure. A second finger joined the first, thrusting deeply and swiftly from multiple angles. Sharon's abandon was complete, her pleasure building toward a crescendo.

"Your honey-pot is overflowing with juice and even sucking in my fingers, I never knew you were desperately in need of a hard bang. I can't wait to give you exactly what desire." he whispered into her ears in a seductive voice, while his finger kept on working hard inside her love hole, and then proceeded to suck on her erect n*****s which were craving for his mouth.

Russell's skilled fingers closed around her throbbing c******s, applying gentle pressure that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The sweet tension between her legs became almost unbearable, teetering on the brink of release.